Dear Diary,
I miss Nish. God, she was perfect. You won't understand. What a girl she was. I remember her not because she was kind, gentle, beautiful, smart, intellectual, generous or dynamic, but because she was excellent in pretending to be all of those. I wish I could spend more time with her. She used to view the world as I see it, desperate hungry for attention, hypocrite, weak and nihilistic, she saw the same way however she pretended that she was joyful, positive and caring. But I knew she was not. She was an expert in understanding others and their thought process just like me, but while I despised the morons, she used their wishes and behavior to manipulate themselves. She was the perfect genius I always wanted to become. She was my Claire, and I was her Frank. Can't say she truly ever loved me, but she did liked my friendship. We never needed words, everything was understood between us. The silence was our only way of communication and I used to love her for that. Love is a pity word, I used to worship her for that. She was the example of a perfect human being, but her father got transferred and so she left along with their family.
Do you know how we first met, the day she arrived in our neighborhood, she was in summer shorts, too short to be shorts and on sensing that I was staring at her for a long time, she looked me in eye for five seconds straight, and time seemed to be frozen for us. I knew in those five seconds, that a woman who could look me with such confidence, reassurance and passion, was the woman for me.
Nish I just want to say you one thing,
"I'm not a maybe option,
I am the one."
Always yours,